Time sure has a way of speeding past during the holidays!Today finds us one week into the official winter season already!We were unable to view the the planetary alignment last Monday on winter solstice due to cloudy skies. In fact it’s been very cloudy much of the time lately.Darkness seems pervasive and almost overwhelming at times in the days leading up to winter solstice.Also in the days that follow.I find it best to plan activities accordingly. If I fail to get moving in the morning I find myself cutting my outdoor activities short most days.Far different than the days of summer where my energy will be depleted well before the sun sets! The recent weather has cycled in a pattern that never truly enters winter. Very little snow and lots of rain. The absence of snow postpones our winter plans somewhat.There’s no doubt winter will arrive in earnest at some future date. We desired some post Xmas hiking since there was almost no snow.We made our plans. Got in touch with our friends who would join us. It was all set!Nature decided a few changes were in order!A surprise snow storm would dump several inches of powder in just a few hours.Not enough for snowshoes or skis but more than we would typically hike through. We decided to hike regardless. We chose a trail system near home as travel time in December eats daylight. This trail system is called the Grand Reserve. It’s part of a local conservancy known as Indian River Lakes Conservancy.IRLC for short. It was created just over 20 years ago by a small group of dedicated individuals who desired to build a legacy of preservation. Through acquisitions and donated parcels they’ve grown to over 2200 acres of protected lands and watersheds. They have a small full time staff and groups of volunteers who assist with trail stewardship, summer children’s programs, and educational seminars. I will showcase them further in a future post. Our family has been affiliated with them since 2018 so we have some interesting stories to share!Our friends weren’t familiar with the trail system so we wanted to introduce them to the location. A party of six people and two dogs would constitute our group.As we entered the trail after parking our vehicles we realized someone else had been there ahead of us. A person most certainly from the tracks in the fairly recent snow but others as well! Enter my special winter hobby of years! The study of tracks in snow!It’s a fascinating outdoor activity for me! It’s a bonus of winter treks especially on fresh snow. I become the detective and look for clues .Who is living in these woods?What are their activities? How many different species can I identify? Will I guess correctly and piece together the stories of the animals who inhabit this winter habitat? The birds as well. Their story much more difficult to unravel.The tracks will confuse at times but never lie. Those who leave them have no need to cover them up. Their’s is the business of survival.Winter brings challenge and struggle. Danger for some and advantage for others. Studying tracks brings me into a state of “ mental painting”. Picturing the event that has been left for me to decipher. It draws me deep into a place of quiet reflection at times. Beneficial and relaxing in its simplicity.Tracks are a gift of winter snow. Each thaw or storm to reset the canvas.A fresh set of stories to be gathered and recorded. I knew beforehand what tracks we might expect to find. I would not be wrong with my predictions. We spotted the tracks of numerous gray squirrels.Groups of cloven footed deer on the move.Porcupines whose distinctive waddle makes them easy to identify. Their tracks originating in the the fallen rocks of cliffs where they den up and then forking off to their feeding trees. The bare bark of girdled trees as obvious as their tracks. There was one set of tracks I had to guess at however. They belonged to either a large weasel or small mink. They entered the base of a hollow log and exited further towards the top. A well known habit of theirs. As is their hopping nature which gives their tracks a certain signature. This was the extent of the tracks we would find in the forest. It wasn’t until we reached the shore of Grass Lake that things would change. I had mentioned my desire of getting close to the thin ice of the lake to my son Zane. I hoped we’d be rewarded with the tracks of a water dwelling mammal.We’d spot nothing at first as we stood on the shore of the lake. But I suddenly spotted an abnormal spot in the ice. Falling snow collects in the water and freezes into a gray layer I call “snow ice”. There was a section of snow ice that had obviously been broken by something. It had refrozen into clear black ice. I carefully studied the evidence before me. “A beaver did this” I said to Zane. It had poked its head through the thin snow ice but had not come ashore. I turned to the right to study the swamp beyond us and there sat the beaver! On top and feeding some distance away! I felt a sense of accomplishment in that moment!I had guessed correctly! The presence of the beaver confirmed my observation. Darkness was approaching and we’d need to cut our hike short. But our first outing on winter snow studying tracks was successful!It gets me fired up and ready to return after the next snowfall. I’ve spent many happy hours studying winter tracks.There are many tales to tell! The tracks didn’t lie. I don’t either.
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TILT Macsherry Trail
It was a damp day to hike with light mist and even some rain falling yesterday but the temperatures were decent so we decided to hike the Macsherry Trail near Crooked Creek. I wore an orange hat and safety vest as hunting season continues here. We had the entire place to ourselves! Talk about social distancing! It was one of those silent walking days on wet leaves and surfaces. Road noise from Rt 12 would be the loudest sound we’d hear.What made the trip so special for me was being so “tuned in” to my surroundings. The tiny and unusual things along the trail seemed to show themselves everywhere. It reminded me of the transistor radio I had as a kid. The AM stations would be easier to pick up at night. I’d find stations in between stations. Carefully twisting the frequency knob slowly to find that magic spot where the static would fade. A DJ from a distant city would announce the songs many miles away. During the day there’d be nothing but static. Yesterday was like that for me along the trail. The low clouds and falling mist provided a light that was adequate but not intense. There was no bright sky or white clouds to distract us. The leafless forest mostly brown except the tall white pine stands along sections of the trail. So my inner dial would turn and tune my senses into the place of sensory perfection. We’d spot two different buck rubs. Small green wintergreen plants poking through from under the thick layers of fallen oak leaves. Moss and lichens moist and alive with color that wouldn’t be so noticeable in greener months. Beaver stubs along the banks of a very active colony. Their brush pile sunk and ready for winter ice. We strolled slowly and purposefully. Jen would point out things to me and vice versa. One of the coolest things we spotted was a lightning struck white pine! Bark blown off of it in long, narrow strips. We even jumped a pair of deer! Stella spotted them first. One blew and snorted out the alarm.Very common when they are startled. They are masters of camouflage. Their white tails are sometimes all you’ll see as they bolt away into the forest. We’d also notice many weirdly shaped trees. Burls and woodpecker holes. I found the trip of 2.1 miles rewarding in an accumulation of sensory sensations. Tiny drops of rain hanging from twigs. The smell of wet decaying leaves. The taste of a wintergreen leave I briefly sampled. The smooth surfaces of well worn beaver hiking sticks. Well balanced and comfortable to use. The inner dial of spirit peace to find the perfect frequency in the energy that surrounded us. Inspiration lives in that invisible energy field. It would channel to my fingertips today in writing projects. A hike can never be just a hike! It usually becomes something far greater. Mother Nature and her endless charms. I am forever to fall under her captivating spells!Another’s as well! Beauty should be acknowledged and appreciated. Always. 🌲✍️